Lisa SXXXXXXXX

18 October 20XX

Japanese Club

THESE PEOPLE

“Bring suicide to your parents like cats bring dead birds,” I say to the group. And there’s like, a shock.

These people are in my circle. We’re close. We get along well, we all like Japanese stuff like anime, culture, music, and... yeah. We’re good friends.

We don’t usually talk about these sorts of things, but Jim says, “What? You don’t wanna kill yourself, you know?”

“No suicide pledges!” Duane throws his hands up in the air.

“Why do I feel like everything’s all messed up?” Chickarrin starts crying, falls into Duane’s arms, and I think I must’ve done something wrong. She could be really sensitive. I forgot.

“Far beyond isn’t so distant.” Jim says. He pushes his glasses up like an anime character, and it would be stupid if it was another time, but it didn’t matter here.

Why did I say that? I thought it was a little funny, but, like, I don’t know, I don’t get what it was for, I guess.

“Whatever. You guys know I wouldn’t do that, right?” I look around the room. “You know it was only a joke!”

“Right!” Chickarrin and Duane say together.

“When you look at causes of death,” Shingo says, “a lot of the time it’s inexperience that causes it. It’s these inexperienced things that cause a lot of people to be hurt or dying. Does that make sense?” And I guess it makes sense, but I don’t know what that had to do with anything.

“Gotcha, Shingo-san!” Chickarrin throws her arm around his shoulder and bursts out laughing.

“There is nothing moral in the world!” he says, and everything’s cool.